Let bygones be bygones
Crazy how just last week I’d thought I’d needed his acknowledgment of my existence. That I, would allow someone who passes me with just a nod in my direction and wave of motion facing my way, to alter my mood.
Even more crazy than that is, I finally got my closure. Which 9/10 of the time, usually doesn’t result in the happy ending we wanted but one we needed. I, no different than those very nine, who make up that statistic. Finally, I mustered up and was direct in my intention and by the looks of my sites stats, him, compliant.
I can finally rest at ease that all I had left unsaid, was spoken and beautifully typed through my words. One which I’m most certain he’d fathom that I, was unlike any other of his summers causal casualties.